“Christ, Emilia… You know what I’ve been doing all day?” She shakes her head, and I wet my lips. “Waiting for you to come back. I’ve been staring at the window all day, just waiting.” “Why?” she asks, and I’m curious if she’s asking to reassure herself that this is happening or if she’s unaware of my intentions. “Because I missed you. Because, in case it hasn’t sunk in yet, I want to be with you. I want you here every day, making me eat salad and loving my odd dog as much as I do.”
